A/N- So, this story MAY NOT be updated during my winter break, for I am visiting my mother and I don't know if I can use her computer to update, BUT THIS STORY WILL BE CONTINUED BECAUSE YOUR COMMENTS ARE SO NICE! Welp, enjoy~

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Roxy sat in her room, grinning like an idiot. She just kissed a Strider on the cheek, and she didn't believe it. She made her move and was proud of herself. She changed into her pajamas and opened her laptop, watching a sci-fi movie.

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The Strider opened his apartment door and let himself fall onto the futon, sighing in realization of Roxy's feelings for him. Was he supposed to be happy? Sad? Confused? Why was he feeling like this? he had feelings for her too, he was just… confused? Yeah, that would be the word.

"Yo, dude. You were supposed to be home at like, seven." Dirk's brother walked out of his room, straitening his tie.

"I was on a date. Where were you? Hm?"

"Got home early," Dirk's older brother walked to the fridge and pulled out a can of soda, "Who is she?"

Dirk hesitated, "Her-her name's Roxy."

" Ah, sounds hot."

"Dave." The teen stood , "Stop. You're like, twenty six."

"So what dude?" he took a sip of his drink.

"-I…don't know. Just don't call her hot. I mean, she is, but" Dirk sighed, " Just don't ruin this for me. Okay?"

"M'kay bro. whatever you say."

Dirk's brother left the room, only to enter his own.

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Roxy went down the dimly lit hallway, looking for her mother which, to her surprise, was not in her bedroom. She snuck in through the door and sat on the king sized bed, picking up a sweater that belonged to her guardian, and snuggled it in hopes of filling her mom's absence. She always left, and Roxy never got used to it.

She later fell asleep with the clothing in her arms, holding it like a child would their stuffed bear.

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"Yo, dude wake up." Dave threw a towel at his brother and grabbed his brief case.

He groaned and sat up , "Leaving already?"
"It's already noon, idiot."

"Don't be hasty, Bro." Dirk stood up and stretched, his back popping a bit.

"Dude, whatever there's some money on the counter for you blah blah blah whatever. You know the routine. See ya' in a week." With those words, Dave slid through the door and left Dirk standing there in the living room, still covered in puppets and old soda cans. The apartment had really needed to be cleaned. But, Dirk decided against the idea and picked up his phone, dialing Roxy's number.

It rang. Rang. Rang. Then, she picked up , "Hell-o?" She sounded groggy.

"Hey, Rox, you okay? "

"Me? Ohhhh, yeah, I'm great." She was lying, Dirk could hear it in her voice.

"Stop lying and tell me the truth Lalonde."

She paused , "Mom left again."

"Roxy, I'll be over in fifteen minutes, don't hurt yourself." When those words left his mouth, Dirk straitened up his appearance and ran out the door.

He sat in his car and started up the engine, the teen looked at the passenger seat and saw Roxy's scarf, he picked it up and put it to his nose, closing his eyes for a moment before coming back to reality, and leaving the apartment complex.